User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319210814/@comment-3135907-20130328152226

The torchlight illuminates the entire room. It is a small, square affair with a round stone table in the middle of it and several rock benches in a circle around it. In the corner, a pantry door can be seen. Negatively, there appears to be no way out. "Hmm, super wheeze, wot. We find the bally tunnel and it turns out to be just an old messroom!" Captain Goaghan sighs as he slips in after Whitree. "Well, what now, Trogger? Any suggestions?"

The mole shrugs. "Burr, you'm c'n surch o'er thurr, en ee cubberd. May'ap et be more'n wot et appear, boi okey!" Trogger motions to the pantry door with a digging claw.